Leng Zirui glanced at his watch, stood up straight, and saluted him.
"Tomorrow at four in the afternoon, I’ll report here on ti."
Chen Ke nodded gently, "Is your injury healed?"
"In a few more days, the stitches can be removed. There’s nothing serious now," Leng Zirui replied.
Chen Ke waved lightly, "That’s good, you can go now. Tomorrow at four in the afternoon, I’ll be waiting for you here. Just tell others you’re going abroad for training."
After saying goodbye to Chen Ke, Leng Zirui strode downstairs where Seo Shaochuan was waiting and imdiately approached him, "Boss, any new tasks?"
"What task!" Leng Zirui pouted, "It’s going abroad for training."
"No way?" Seo Shaochuan frowned as well.
For people like them, going abroad for training is the most boring thing.
Leng Zirui shrugged his shoulders, "Give the car keys, I’m going back to tell the old man, and also visit my brother. I was planning to be my brother’s best man, but now, I won’t even make it to the wedding."
Seo Shaochuan handed over the car keys and looked at him with concern, "Is your injury okay? Do you need to take you there?"
"Do you think I’m made of clay?" Leng Zirui reached out and took the car keys from him, "The training at the station these days is up to you guys. Make sure to thoroughly train those new recruits."
"Don’t worry, when you co back, I’ll make sure they’re all transford," Seo Shaochuan said with a smile.
"I’m off." Leng Zirui turned, opened the car door, started the vehicle, and left.
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At a farm in the suburbs.
Leng Zimo, Luo Xiaoqian, and Luo Jun were sitting at the table, preparing to have dinner.
Luo Jun was holding a juice cup but didn’t drink it, instead looking expectantly at Leng Zimo and Luo Xiaoqian, "Dad, Mom, can I invite Wanwan and a few other friends to the wedding on Saturday?"
"Of course you can." Leng Zimo looked at his little face across the table, "Dad has already prepared invitations for you. After dinner, Dad will help you write them, okay?"
"Hooray for Dad!" Luo Jun imdiately cheered excitedly.
The marriage of Leng Zimo and Luo Xiaoqian was a matter of concern for this little guy. When he first heard they were getting married, he had already inford the kids at the kindergarten and even wished the whole kindergarten knew.
He was usually not an ostentatious child, more like Leng Zimo, of a low-key and stable personality.
However, because he didn’t have a father for a long ti and was regarded by many as a fatherless illegitimate child, the little guy was particularly sensitive about this matter.
Seeing his excitent, Luo Xiaoqian felt a pang of guilt.
Because of her and Leng Zimo’s situation, this little guy had endured many things he shouldn’t have had to at his age.
She bent down, lifted the little guy into her arms, and spoke softly, "As long as you’re happy, you can invite any guests you want, your friends, and teachers as well. At that ti, Dad and Mom will take good care of them."
Luo Jun sensibly lifted his face and kissed her cheek, "Okay, thanks Mom."
"It should be Mom thanking you." Luo Xiaoqian kissed his forehead, "Let’s eat, then Mom will also help you write the invitations."
"Yeah, it’s all about timing, Mo Mo, is there a portion of dinner for Uncle?"
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